After the night Erik had shown me he could melt my body with just a touch, we spent the following day strolling through Glasgow's cobblestone streets, feeling like the world was ours for the taking. He took me to an impressive park called Pollok Country Park, where we stumbled upon a magical area that simulated a fairy village, complete with tiny doors and windows in the rocks that transported me to a world of fantasy, reminding me of the hobbit holes that had always fascinated me.
“Do you like the place?” he asked, noticing the excitement reflected on my face.
“It’s amazing,” I said, feeling my gaze getting lost in the landscape. “It reminds me of The Lord of the Rings film. The way the houses blend in with nature... it’s like we’re in Middle-earth.”
Erik smiled, nodding his head, and pointed out a stone dragon hidden among the houses, like a hidden treasure. I walked up to it, feeling the rough texture of the stone beneath my fingers.
“We’ll put New Zealand on the list of places to visit,” he said, as we strolled through the park. “That’s where they filmed the movies, and you can go inside some of the hobbit houses. Imagine being able to sit in Bilbo Baggins’ garden, surrounded by flowers and green grass.”
“New Zealand? That would be a dream come true!” I exclaimed, feeling my hand naturally finding its way into his.
The world seemed like a wonderful place to be explored, and I was only just starting to uncover its secrets. I felt like a kid in a toy shop, with my eyes wide open, taking in every detail.
“You seem to have travelled a lot,” I said, noticing the nostalgia in his voice when he talked about his travels.
Erik nodded, his smile growing on his face.
“Since I was a kid, I've always loved travelling,” he told me, his voice full of passion. “Every year, my dad and I would take the car and go discover a new place in the UK and a foreign city.” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could feel the connection he had with his father.
I found it adorable how his face lit up when he talked about his dad. It was as if he was reliving those happy moments, and I felt lucky to be witnessing them. I was sure his dad had been an incredible person, someone who had instilled in Erik that passion for adventure and exploration.
“What was your last trip?” I asked, curious to know more about his adventures.
“The year I was taken to Barcelona,” he replied, a nostalgic smile on his face. “If we don't count the visit to Madrid, of course.”
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I made a face, surprised it had been so long since his last trip. It was as if he had been in some kind of hibernation, waiting for someone to wake him up. And I wanted to be that person.
“We need to fix that,” I said, determined to help him regain his passion for travel. “You need to keep exploring the world.”
Erik laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Well, we're in Glasgow and we're off to Madrid tomorrow. That counts as travelling, doesn't it?” he said, joking.
I shook my head, smiling.
“No, it doesn't count,” I said, playfully. “But it's a good start.”
“Let's buy one of those huge maps and fill it with pins,” I said, excited. “We'll have to combine a place you already know with one you don't, so we both discover new things, although I'll be discovering double what you do,” I added, laughing.
“Oh, I love the idea,” he agreed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “And what if, in every city we visit, I make you scream my name in pleasure?” he whispered, his low, seductive voice sending shivers down my spine as he kissed my neck with passion, making my skin tingle with desire.
“Is that a question?” I laughed, knowing it was actually a certainty.
“In that case, we'll need pins of two colours,” he said, his voice full of mischief. “One for the city visited and another for the stretch of the world conquered with our... love,” he added, his eyes sparkling with desire as he pinned me against a tree and kissed me mischievously. Luckily, there was no one around, and we could afford to lose control a bit.
“Don't you settle for the city? Do you want to conquer the roads too?” I laughed, closing my eyes and letting myself be swept away by his kisses, which made me feel alive and desired. His warm breath on my skin made me tremble with desire.
“Aye, effectively,” he purred, gently nipping at my chin, his mouth tracing the curve of my jawline, sending a shiver down my spine that made me crave more.
Things could have gotten hotter, but just when we were about to lose control, we heard the cheerful shouts of kids approaching. Erik sighed, and his warm breath in my ear made me shiver. He gave me an innocent kiss on the cheek, but his mouth brushed against my skin with intention, as if to remind me that we weren't done yet. Then, he took my hand, and we continued strolling through the park, trying to pretend we hadn't been on the verge of succumbing to passion.
However, when we got back to the hotel after lunch, he took his revenge for being interrupted. He looked at me with eyes that sparkled with desire, and his smile warned me that he was going to make me pay for the wait. He took his time, barely giving me enough time to get ready for dinner with his friends. He kissed me with fury, and his touch was like a fire that consumed me from the inside out.
Unlike the day before, we were going to a restaurant, as it counted as a 'Christmas dinner' for them. I put on a black dress that wasn't excessively elegant, but not too casual either. I wanted to feel comfortable and confident. When I came out of the bathroom, I was literally left breathless. Before me stood Erik, but not the Erik I knew. Erik had swapped his boots for shiny black shoes, his jeans for a tailored trousers that fit him like a glove, and his usual cotton shirt for a black one. His appearance was so elegant that he seemed like a stranger, and for a moment, I felt like I was seeing him for the first time.